Lop-eared Guard ( Official Translation)

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2019-03-20 2:00 AM

On a deserted highway at two in the morning, the black motorcycle was like a running black panther, roaring with speed from the end of the highway that merged with the starry sky. The sharp sound of tires screeching to a halt sliced through one’s eardrums as it stopped abruptly at a gas station. 

The thick scent of alpha pheromones permeated the air. A gang of alphas on their motorbikes had stopped at the gas station; they had tall builds and muscled arms covered in steampunk gear and fancy english words. They leaned against their engines while holding cigarettes, looking provocatively at the uninvited guest who had stopped not too far away.

“Where did this rich kid come from?” the alpha who was wearing a sleeveless vest that exposed his abdominal muscles and deep tendon whistled softly at him. 

This group of alphas could tell that this person was not to be messed with. That person’s black panther-Nordic Goddess 1800 was an ultra heavyweight high-horsepowered cruise bike produced in the states, 85% of the parts of which were built by hand; only 2500 were manufactured before it was sold out. 

That man wore a pitch-black helmet, his entire body hidden under the rivet buckles of skintight clothes, with a slim figure and an especially alluring waist, making an alpha explode with scorching interest. 

It was beneath alphas to wear protection guards, as they were strong enough to use their aggressively tough teeth and claws to protect the weak spot at the nape. 

Despite wearing the securely tight protection neck-guard, it still could not prevent the slight trace of pheromones from leaking out the gap, the smell sweet and soft, like cotton candy mixed with half a spoon of milk sweetener, unintentionally teasing. Within a split second of smelling this sweet and luscious scent, the alphas in the area had their blood boiling with passion. 

The eyes of several alphas turned bloodshot from restraining their desire, like a pack of wolves staring at a little lamb who unhurriedly entered the surroundings in ignorance. If the greed in their expressions had a colour, a green light would emit from their eyes. 

The one who arrived was unexpectedly an omega. 

It was unbearable for alphas to endure the delicious natural fragrance of the omega right in front of them. The pure scent of the omega was like a white milk candy, uncontaminated with the ghost of an alpha’s scent, such a rare beautiful being that hadn’t been marked yet. 

Yan Yi took off his helmet, his light-grey short hair ruffled gently in the breeze, and a stronger sweet scent instantly filled the whole gas station, masking the pungent odor of petrol. 

Two velvety rabbit ears hung down from the sides of his head, his blood flow had been constricted by the helmet. Yan Yi smoothed down his rabbit ears in distress and kneaded them for a while to ease the numbness.

He removed his tactical belt; the box of suppressant injections had long been emptied. The swaying red-hot internal sensation made Yan Yi fidgety, desperately in need of an alpha’s gentle pheromones to pacify him. His rabbit ears wanted to be caressed, and even the tightly concealed glands had started to restlessly and frantically secrete pheromones to attract bees and butterflies1. Yan Yi’s body had begun to ache after being unsatisfied for so long, the pain of his body’s instinctual use irritating him. It required him to search for a suitable alpha to have intercourse with and to relieve his needs during his heat.